This isn’t advice. It’s 5am, I’m in Lithuania, and I’m drunk. Highlights of the day were an instant date with a 19yr old virgin who’s only had one kiss (not one guy, one actual kiss) in her life. She looks like a goer. Also made out with two girls in Salentos and came within a whisker of a 30 second SNL in the toilets (I opened, kissed immediately and told the girl I want to fuck her in the toilets now. She said ok, and we were walking there when the bitch cockblock friend dragged her back).
So, I’m drunk. In a funny mood. My natural arsehole tendencies come out. I’m not in any way suggesting guys should act like I do here. Just giving you a window into what I do. One of my girls opens me on facebook…..
Her – what are you doing awake in the middle of the night?
Me – trying to sleep suck my cock bitch
Her – drunk again?
Me – yes
Her – easy to see
Me – so that’s a no?
Her – mm come to [her country] first
Me – too far I’m gonna sleep in a minute send me a picture of you naked is it really so much to ask? I mean, I’ve seen you naked a million times fucked you in the ass cum on your face, in your mouth and now you are SHY about a photo? [all true]
Her – don’t you have plenty of girls there in Lithuania?
Me – Lots but if you send a good photo, I promise not to fuck any tomorrow
Her – you said you didn’t want to talk to me. because I’m too far etc. and now I should send you a photo while you don’t really care
Me – basically yes
Her – you’ll think about that tomorrow when you are sober
Me – perhaps but for now photo please
Her – stop it.
Me – I’m a horrible bastard. You know this
Her – yeah I’ve noticed
Me – I’d like a photo from behind of you feeling yourself maybe pretending to suck my cock I dunno Use your imagination
Her – you know I can’t do that for someone who is just playing with me.
Me – ok I have to sleep now Have a good evening
Her – have a good night
Me – 😉
Her – you’re killing me you know
Me – I’m sorry
Her – :p
Me – I don’t want to be a bastard. But I am. And I actually enjoy it Sorry
Her – please stop being a bastard with me I can’t really handle it for now
You can see why I’m putting some work into straightening out my inner game. There’s that nagging pain in my head. Skeletor thinks its my conscience. I’ve got to either deal with it or kill it.
Krauser PUA 
January 17, 2011 at 12:34 am
You can see why I’m putting some work into straightening out my inner game. There’s that nagging pain in my head. Skeletor thinks its my conscience. I’ve got to either deal with it or kill it.
Reminds me of:
“he has systematically engaged in a campaign to squash every last ounce of humanity out of his soul”
Many great men have regarded murdering their own conscience as the first step on their path to greatness. Don’t let it bother you.
January 17, 2011 at 3:27 am
I’m taking this as legitmation. the consequence are all on you now.
January 17, 2011 at 5:25 am
Not saying it’s a solution to the problem, but personally I’ve resorted to using ‘soz’ over ‘sorry’, ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I apologise’, and variations thereof whenever speaking to someone who is not my parents, upper level management, etc.
It also has the added benefit of sounding utterly ridiculous if said in person.
January 19, 2011 at 1:37 pm
Kill it. i couldnt imagine Krauser being nice to women. the universe would implode.
January 28, 2011 at 12:42 am
“but if you send a good photo, I promise not to fuck any tomorrow”
excellent line.